I know you haven't heard from me. It's not you, it's me. I've been busy. I know, I know, you've heard it before. I use it as an excuse way too often. I know what you're gonna say. "Just a quick post? A card? Just text me and let me know you're okay."
Everything Goes: On Land is done and at the printers, and the wheels have begin spinning within the deeper, darker halls of HarperCollins preparing to market and publicize the book. The I Can Read series that will accompany the books is in the works (which will be its own post one day — it's a very odd and interesting process), and soon I have to start the beginnings of book two.
As soon as Everything Goes was done, I had to complete a long long delayed Brownie & Pearl book. This was book six of eight, so I have two more to do this year. Now I'm steamrolling through a book called The Boy Who Cried Alien, written by Marilyn Singer. This book first showed up in my life in the summer of 2007. It's been through a few edits, a few editors, and then got hung up last year when I got buried in Everything Goes. Now it's due in two weeks, and I'm laying low while getting this thing done. It's a hilarious book and it's been a lot of fun to work on, even if it has been for four years. I'll post some more about this book as it's completed and then as it nears publication as well.
These two images are of Dreab and Carlig, two aliens from the planet Yeah who crash land here on Earth. The language is their own, and the book includes translations.
This is Larry, who discovers the aliens and tries to warn the town. More to come. Don't call me, I'll call you.